I didn’t write in my journal yesterday, and the scary thing is, I thought I did, I have clear memories of writing and posting.

However, I did not write one word.

One blank page isn’t going to hurt me, it’s the memory of doing it that freaks me out.

I didn’t do much this weekend. I crocheted like I said I would and that’s pretty much all I did, I have three projects that I need to finish.

I have a back and two front panels of one cardigan and the top of two sweaters finished.

After work today I am going to clean and then work on all of these projects some more. I am still working on my picture, but I need to finish these crochet projects first because when I work on my picture I feel guilty for not working on my crochet projects I started.

Dan should be home today, he said they are finished in San Antonio. Hopefully he won’t have to go there anymore.

This week I am getting back in my routine of cleaning and walking. It’s good for my mental and physical health.

Otherwise I just sit around and watch TV and feel sorry for myself.

Also walking on Friday wiped me out and that makes me sad because I should have more energy.